Cressroads for a fun global village on international All Fools’ Day
And Penguins Will Fly - When it’s All Fools’ day in Cressroads, and Obama and Brown hold economy talks up the road at London’s No.10 on the eve of the G20 summit.
Their looking to rescue the world economy from the likes of politicians’ lie sheets, bringing home rashers of porn with the week’s bacon while, back at Blogsbody’s city-built, three-bedroom terrace for a Cressroads No.10 - better known to the town’s Polish posties as the Lower House of Windsor - the Hampshire town hack suffering too many birthdays stands by for a before-noon Federal Express delivery of gifts for His Nibs’ big day.
It was two decades ago that Matthew-30-tomorrow, Blogsbody’s eldest son by his third marriage (give or take his first son by his first marriage) completed a 1,500 His & Her Nibs’ letter-writing marathon with his younger sister Keogh.
One filling 42 lever-arch files, given a papal blessing, approved of by the late Queen Mum and a ‘fine art collection’ of replies from international notables insured for them through the kindness of Lloyd’s of London.
And it was tomorrow 18 years ago that Margaret Thatcher’s advertising agency’s Bill Muirhead invited His Nibs to London for a 12th birthday spent visiting a business that took on the might of New York’s MadAve. And won.
‘Come and work at Sattchis,’ managing director Muirhead wrote inside the front cover of his gift of a copy of Ivan Fallon’s The Brothers.
Will Matt, won’t Matt? Watch this blog!
Have Henry, Will Travel - A Filipino bride-to-be has edged Blogsbody out of the front passenger seat of Henry Tapper’s model-year, black Mercedes, and returned the town hack to cussing his Motown misfortune at the down-market wheel of a cranky 17-year-old Ford Escort for his vintage RAF-blue racer.
“I’m not bitter,” insists Blogsbody. “But my Ruby Rangoon needs to take a peek at the latest news from one oh-so-dapper, toe-tapping, financially-sound-ex-printer (but more the wonder, after the septuagenarian widower spent his past pensioned decade splashing out two or so of his hundreds of thousands of pounds on hundreds of lonely hearts advertising their needs and wares in wantads for kindred spirits).
Agony Aunt Ruby writes: Goodness me. Love! Already! So soon! Loneliness is an evil monster. I do understand the ‘need’. But do not agree that this is right. Or, indeed, nice in any way. I am a complete instinctaholic. Instinct will always be there, until need takes the upper hand. Love, marriage? What on earth happened to friendship, laughter, common ground? Ask me – and, you have – your Henry Tapper has fallen in love with someone else’s need. And all becomes especially unpredictable.’
Will Cressroads’ Mr Tapper marry his imported Filipino fiancée? Keep watching this blog!
Chance Encounter Of Ecuadorian Kind – After Blogsbody pokes his snout in on a Homelands Security meeting between Cressroads’ shadowy Lord Dome, his police-trained minder, a South American colonel and two firearms for sidekicks over a clandestine lunch at the ever more popular Tichborne Arms.
“You take my photo, and I take yours,” countered the town hack.
“No. I take yours,” demanded the colonel. And, guarded either side by bulging pockets, the town hack was silenced, then shot by the colonel’s Canon.
“So now no trouble, if you come blog in our country,” Blogsbody is invited to sample the best of Ecuadorian security.
Will Blogsbody escape to and from equatorial climes? Watch this blog!
